Sunday afternoon at the grocery store. I’d just parked and dismounted, locked my helmet to Sveta’s luggage rack, and was about to walk towards the store when a man walked up to me.

“Mind if I take a picture of it?” he asked, grinning.

“Go right ahead,” I replied, nodding.

“Otherwise, no one’s gonna believe me when I say what was behind me!”

Cameraphone out, he snapped a few pics, smiling and shaking his head. Then we each went our way.